Mohabbat
Compensations

"Would we go back now, my feeling of saying something happened in the tavern" Daisha spontaneously stood up from her seat.

"Thank you, Doctor. I will be even harder to fight my trauma. Excuse me, " said Daisha half-bending before turning around while swinging her cane, followed by Laila and Dareen.

"Sister, what's going on?" Laila asked while aligning her steps with Daisha.

"Sister doesn't know, but it's a bad feeling" he replied uneasily.

Dareen stepped on the back watching the backs of the two. Keep an eye out while thinking about how to get rid of Daisha trauma.

"Let me, please" Dareen said as Laila was about to sit on the wheel.

"No need, just sit down. Let me drive," said the judge, hurrying in and sitting down.

Dareen relented, sitting side by side with Daisha. He felt guilty for what happened at the hospital. It was never expected that the cheerful Daisha had a dark story in the past.

Dareen's creeping hands linked their fingers warmly. After more than half a year of living together, Dareen still doesn't know anything about a Daisha. Who is his family, what do they look like? Because even if it's just one picture, Daisha doesn't have it.

Laila glanced, but indifferently. Continue to focus on driving while thinking about what is happening in the tavern. I hope it's not a bad thing. So expectantly. The little girl sighed, thinking about everything that happened.

Since Dareen's arrival, trouble has always come to them. The car turned towards their shop, a shop that was on the edge of the shop. Alone, but not alone.

Laila held her breath with both eyes glaring wide at the state of her shop. He stopped the car and jumped down. Laila ran over to their hut, her eyes twitching and heating up.

He crouched down to pick up a wood that had been a buffer for the roof. Laila sat on the ground, crying as she collected the rubble of their former hut that could still be worn.

"Brake!" tegur Daisha who came with Dareen.

"Who would do all this!" furious Dareen saw the flower hut along with the newly arranged flowers shattered.

"Our ass is destroyed, brother. The flowers are all destroyed. How'this? Today's order hasn't been delivered yet, but our flowers are destroyed. Brother, how is this?" whinek Laila while hugging some wooden blocks.

Her tears were shedding profusely, thinking of the fate of the flowers that had been torn apart. Daisha held her breath for a moment before inhaling as much air as possible. He calmed down so as not to get carried away in panic like that.

Daisha brought herself closer to Laila, squatting down next to her sister while rubbing her trembling back.

"It's okay, we'll fix it. Have we not experienced this often? The damaged let it go, we will pick it again in the garden," said Daisha softly.

Laila looked up, staring at the brother's malfunctioning bead for a long time despite its beautiful appearance. He hugged Daisha, if this is the case then not a little money will come out to pay the wages of the citizens who justify their shops.

Dareen approached, looking around the rubble, looking for clues that the perpetrator might have left behind.

"Sister, why are people always bad to us? Why can't they let us live in peace? Why, Brother?" said Laila lamenting the fate of self that always comes bullies.

Daisha clasped her sister's head, rubbing her attentively. Calms Laila down with her water-soothing attitude.

"It's okay, the important thing is we're still fine. If this is all, then we don't need to worry. It's fixed, it's done" Daisha said as she tried to contain the turmoil that was again overflowing.

"But, Brother, if this keeps up the money you collect will run out and Big Brother's ideals of building a more decent place will have to be delayed again." Laila felt sad, she had the determination to catch the wet perpetrator of the destruction of their tavern.

However, until that day, he had not caught the person. Dareen glanced at Laila's voice about the ideals of a Daisha. He was full, wanting to help, but didn't know how.

Just as he turned, something dazzled his eyes. An object made of metal that was exposed to the reflection of sunlight, caught Dareen's attention. He stepped up, crouched down while removing the rubble and took the object.

A luxury watch, which is of course expensive. Dareen knew it wasn't an arbitrary thing. Maybe it was a clue, belonging to the perpetrator. Desperate in mind to sell the thing and rebuild Daisha's tavern.

He smiled, maybe this is the way God gave him to help the two girls. He moved and walked quickly to Daisha and Laila.

"I found something and you're definitely not going to believe what I found" he said, pointing out the watch.

Laila glanced, then sneered.

"What watches are special? Will it help you rebuild the shop?" tanyanya while shrinking tears.

"Don't hands?" Daisha muttering. He fumbles on the mind, a memory of the watch.

"Can I hold it?" he asked while holding his hand forward, even though Dareen was right next to him.

The man placed the watch in Daisha's hand. With her eyes closed, her pliable fingers began to touch things in her hands. Daisha buyak, from his estimation it is not a random hour.

"I-this ... where did you find him?" daisha asked shaking.

"There, I accidentally found him stricken with wood. Mmm... You know something?" Dareen is interested in Daisha's abilities. Did the blind girl know that the thing in her hand was of high value if it was sold.

"This hour is not a random clock, I know the price range of this watch. If sold, then the price will be more than enough to build one store. Am I right?" cerocos Daisha sharpens his sense of hearing waiting for an answer.

Dareen held her breath, while Laila laughed in disbelief.

"There can't be a watch capable of building a tavern, Brother. Let alone being left alone," said Laila in disbelief.

Daisha shook her head, her thumb fingered the clock hook making sure.

"It wasn't abandoned, but it did fall by accident. Maybe when he destroyed our tavern and accidentally dropped it. All right, I'll take this as compensation." Daisha smile.

"Sister, you can help us sell this thing, right? We want to build our shop with money from the sale of this watch" Daisha told Dareen.

"No problem" said Dareen, shaking his shoulder. That's what he wanted, selling the thing to rebuild Daisha's flower shop.

"Wait on! Get your cell phone out, Laila. I want you to take a picture of this before we sell it" Daisha told Laila.

Although confused, but Laila still does what her brother asks. They lost the store that day, but were soon replaced with a new one. Daisha chose a more strategic place than ever. Building with transparent glass walls that show various flowers in it. In accordance with their wishes.